The turn made by just 'one'...
“You will find ‘the one’ someday… and it’ll make up for all the pain”
I’ve been told this recently multiple times, over and over again… but what if… just what if I have already found that ‘one’… but… in a move that I still regret to this day, I fucked up, and lost all connection with her?
What if my chance for the true ‘one’ is now just a memory piled up with all the painful truths that I have stored in my head?
Then what?.....
I once had a dream to there, side by side threw life, with that ‘other’… but now… its just that. A dream. Something I wish to reach, but haven’t….
… can’t…
and have to face the truth. God… wishing is something I’m becoming LESS… and LESS fond of.
It seems, anytime I ever wish for something, anymore, it just seems to be ripped right out from under me.
The table is turned.
The plane is shot down.
The flame is put out.
Kapoof…
Ouch.
Like stated before, “Hope is the REAL killer”…
I live with goals, now. That’s what I’ve decided. No more dreams, not of love… nope. Just goals to life. Live with the bit of happiness I can get from friends, family, and what life brings me.
Yep.
That sounds like a good idea to me. Maybe someday I’ll think different… but for now, I’ll stick with that. I’m not all into that sort of pain… never have been… never probably will be.
I think I’ve repeated myself enough for awhile. I write on here again when I can think of something else to say. Till then,
Take care all,
~NH
I’ve been told this recently multiple times, over and over again… but what if… just what if I have already found that ‘one’… but… in a move that I still regret to this day, I fucked up, and lost all connection with her?
What if my chance for the true ‘one’ is now just a memory piled up with all the painful truths that I have stored in my head?
Then what?.....
I once had a dream to there, side by side threw life, with that ‘other’… but now… its just that. A dream. Something I wish to reach, but haven’t….
… can’t…
and have to face the truth. God… wishing is something I’m becoming LESS… and LESS fond of.
It seems, anytime I ever wish for something, anymore, it just seems to be ripped right out from under me.
The table is turned.
The plane is shot down.
The flame is put out.
Kapoof…
Ouch.
Like stated before, “Hope is the REAL killer”…
I live with goals, now. That’s what I’ve decided. No more dreams, not of love… nope. Just goals to life. Live with the bit of happiness I can get from friends, family, and what life brings me.
Yep.
That sounds like a good idea to me. Maybe someday I’ll think different… but for now, I’ll stick with that. I’m not all into that sort of pain… never have been… never probably will be.
I think I’ve repeated myself enough for awhile. I write on here again when I can think of something else to say. Till then,
Take care all,
~NH